There I was standing on a turf field. It was my first time playing in a baseball tournament and it felt breathtaking. The crowd cheering, the other games going on and the guys trying to make money at the pretzel stand. My team started off home so that meant we were in the field and they were hitting first. “Play Ball!” The umpire yelled when he wanted the game to start. …show more content…
Our pitcher was throwing a gem, a great game, until the last stretch. It was the top of the 6th inning and all we needed was one more out and the game could’ve been over. “Strike one!” The umpired howled. Our fans were rooting for our pitcher. Our pitcher was sweating, but he was in it, to win it. He stepped on the mound. He read the catcher’s sign for the pitch. He lifted his leg and whaled the ball right down the middle. The batter closed his eyes, swung the bat hoping that he will hit the ball and you know what happened next. The kid hit a two-run blast over the fence. The dome was going crazy because our fans were saying we’ll get’em next time, but their fans were going